My walk home covered in sweat
Thighs chafing
I pulled this four rowed pedal flower
up
roots and all.
Passing one decayed raccoon swarmed by flies
On my sprained ankle
I come bearing a gift which will wilt in the moment of hours
For you
My beloved.
Jul 30, 2021
Jul 30, 2021 at 5:36 PM UTC
Stone and brick
Iridescent is the curvature plastic cup
With a last sip of water
Follow by a well tempered clavier
Followed by an inhale of
Menthol.
Only a few sprigs protrude from
The concrete beneath my feet
Jul 27, 2021
Jul 27, 2021 at 12:06 AM UTC
The warm sweat which cascades down our palms clasped, like the glacier waters passing through evergreens.
"Do not worry"
You say to me
As if
The contrast is not too much to handle
As if the sublimity does not cause
fear
Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 6:52 PM UTC
Setting: single person standing shower
Production notes: male actor, sitting lotus under the shower faucet
Title: purgatory or paradise
A divine comedy of the mosaic variety
The rain (tiled blue and gold) -the trails of
Man.
- (note hedonism “maybe the notion of frog metamorphosizing”)
To be green and croaking
Scene change
A corpse is rising
Alone.
Unloved drinking red (an Italian restaurant)
Sicily.
-(note the mirror)
Jul 2, 2021
Jul 2, 2021 at 10:57 PM UTC
Autumn leaves fall
Seven meters per second
This is how we pray
Why pray that they stay
Suspended in air
The ground miles beyond perception.
And this is how we sin
Already three feet in
Stagnant pool water
Chlorinated.
Drowning
In a motel lot.
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 11:42 AM UTC
Five days fasted
A starvation artist in the making
No sugar, or coke, or baking
Ima starvation artist in the making!
On the sixth day you are breaking
One twelve once mocha latte
Three sips in and you spill it on the floor
Wondering
What's it all for.
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 11:38 AM UTC
There once was a gaggle of geese
Huddled around a tree
Were the fruit was just out of reach
How could that be?
That nature would put them in such close proximity
Yet the geese still could not reach
I once had a mother named Jamie
Who told me nature would provide-
To always be good and kind,
Nature would provide.
She is gone now, and so are the geese.
So I know that cannot be
Nature will always keep her fruit just out of reach.
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 11:34 AM UTC
Taller than saint Peter
A lover
Stood on wooden stilts
Varnished in tangential light
I could have been blind, for you were not
A seraph but a dream.
But what of dreams, of tombs
of consecrated fiction-
A currency of lies
Demarcated latin
annuit coeptis.
And yet I was abounded by sleep
And who said there could not be
More on Heaven and Earth
Than in my philosophy
Of you.
And your blunted foundation
Quivering at the knees
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 11:27 AM UTC
failure is a bag of lemons and the park yard pigeons
that a women of ninety-two years carries with her everyday
come sleet or rain,
singing softly "please carry me away."
poor Martha.
pigeons don't migrate.
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 11:50 AM UTC
Semi-permiable membranes all permiating
Quantum tunneling funneling loose leaves from my loose leaf tea
I just want to be
My brain is puntured
When lies are uttered
has becomes the has not
Not being how i am defined
Holes
Ocuppying more space than space and time
But i have an ace
The reciprcal of zero
My world becomes an infinite exponential
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 7:13 PM UTC